Cloudy with a Chance of Fun

 Ever since we saw the movie, we have been planning our "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs Party".  It was first postponed when my blood sugar was on red alert, and then pushed further along on the calender when cutie Jonah boy got all polka-dotty and green-poopie when I ate actual FOOD (as apposed to the rabbit food that I lived on those few months).  At long last, the time arrived that mama could join in the food fun and so we did it,

we had our party.

Our Menu

Tiny hamburgers (White Castle... and yes, they were good)

Teenie wiennies in itty-bitty buns

Mini slices of pizza

Dwarfed pancakes (but the syrup was normal sized)

Spaghetti and meatballs, of course

Mini jello-moulded (not molded, ew) Jello

Shrimp ("Hey, sign my shrimp!")

Gummi Bears, ...cuz, well DUH!  It's only the best part of the movie

and Ice Cream

At each point in the movie when a particular food was on screen, we would pause the DVD and run to the kitchen to get that food on our plate.  We messed up a couple of times (it was our maiden voyage); we ate the pizza too soon and missed an opportunity to use our pizza slices as eeinsie weensie fighter jets, but really it was a delightful way to eat dangerously high fat foods.  We ate the ice cream at the end of the movie 'cuz, well, the thought of eating ice cream and then shrimp?  - double eew-  but we skipped back to the ice cream scene in the movie and watched it again with our dessert so that we could really get the full effect. 

We decided that next year we MUST make Guy's monkey-poop cookies (yes, they are called that) for the scene when Steve the Monkey is throwing his own special "chocolate" snow balls.  We also agreed that future CWACOM parties must include party sized chicken wings and mini doughnuts, because we didn't quite cosume enough carbs (yeah, right), and the chicken scene is awesome.

When the Gummi Bears hit the screen we took great delight in biting off their heads and replacing them with heads from otherly-colored bears.  It was pure corn-syrup carnage, I tell you.

The evening had a few low-lights.  Ethan managed to somehow have a problem with just about everything that night (and every night since, and every night prior for about a month now).  That is always fun.  Did you know?  Thirteen is the new three. 

Then there was The Jello Incident.  I ask you, is it ever a good idea to have a preschooler carry her own jello?  Now, you and I both know the answer to that one is no, but alas, we had her do it anyway.

The funny part was watching it bounce.  The jello, not the preschooler.

But you don't laugh out loud when a preschooler bounces her jello.  Well, you learn not to after you have already done so, but you pretend you were coughing (your kid won't buy the cough bit, either).

 I was able to rinse off the jello.  You can't do that with too many foods, now can ya?

I imagine you could do a grown-up version of our little soiree to the foodie-flick "Julie and Julia", but I gar-un-tee that you won't find pre-cooked Beef Bourguignon in the freezer case next to the dinosaur shaped bagel pizza pockets at Walmart.

You will, however find Gummi Bears.  Des bonbons Haribo Gummibar.

 "They only gave me milk."

Fav quotes from the flick:

"Come on, Steve. We've got a diem to carpe!"

"My chest hairs are tingling. Something's wrong."

"Whoa, Steve, no. We both know how you get around Gummi Bears."